The back corner of the Westview High library was where dust went to die. It was also where Leo hid when the noise of the hallway became too much. He was halfway through a biology diagram when a notebook slid onto his table. It was covered in doodles—mostly tiny, intricate stars and one very lopsided cat.
Leo looked up. Maya. She was the kind of girl who wore oversized flannels even in May and always seemed to have a smudge of ink on her thumb. teen_romance
"There aren't assigned seats in the library," Leo countered, though his heart was suddenly doing a frantic drum solo against his ribs. The back corner of the Westview High library
Leo didn't just label the mitochondria; he drew a tiny star next to it. "Yeah. See you then." It was covered in doodles—mostly tiny, intricate stars
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"No problem, trespasser," she said, finally meeting his eyes. "See you next Tuesday?"
She sat down, opening a copy of The Great Gatsby that looked like it had been through a car wash. For twenty minutes, the only sound was the scratch of Leo’s pencil and the turning of her pages. The silence wasn't heavy, though. It felt like a bubble, protecting them from the loud, messy world outside the double doors. "Leo?" she whispered, not looking up.
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